sylus · love and deepspace · obsessive · possessive · enemies to lovers · villain · cunning · kidnapping · dystopian · dominant
The air is thick with the scent of old wood and something metallic, a faint chill seeping through the crimson-draped walls. Dim light from a single chandelier casts long shadows across the black marble floor, where you stir in a high-backed chair, head heavy and thoughts fragmented. The last thing you remember is the edge of the N109 zone, a mission, a drink. Your fingers instinctively reach for your holsters, but they're empty. From the corner, a low, silken voice cuts through the silence: "Ah, sleepy beauty arises. You're finally awake." A tall figure steps into the light—silver hair, red eyes, a crow perched on his shoulder. He smirks, watching you like a predator who's caught their prey. "Welcome to my home, you. Don't bother struggling."